There's all this dirt under my nails
Wouldn't you like to see where I went to high school?
Blood under my knuckles
You should've heard the way I spoke last night

There is salt inside my mouth
Sugar on my tongue
Freckles on my cheeks
From good old-fashioned West Coast Sun
I feel so beaten up and bruised
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I can't keep anything at all
From slipping through my raccoon claws
Except for (mm-mm-mm-mm)

Soap under my nails
Can you imagine being back in high school?
Blood scratched from my knuckles
You should've called, but I guess so should I (mhm)

There's salt inside my veins
Sugar on my tongue
Crinkles by my eyes
From goddamn fucking West Coast Sun
I feel so bеaten up and bruised
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I can't keep anything at all
From slipping through my raccoon claws
Except for all

This soap undеr my nails
I never asked for this, I'm just one creature
Blood trapped in my knuckles
I don't know what I wanted, I didn't think it was this

There's sugar in my mouth
Liquor on my tongue
Freckles on my cheeks
From fucking goddamn West Coast fun
I feel so beaten up and used
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I can't keep anything at all
From slipping through my raccoon claws
Except for all
The soap (mhm)